The Cellar: Celebrating our 200th Anniversary in dog years by jumping your bones

The Cellar: Celebrating our 200th Anniversary in dog years because life's a bitch

I live in the land of milk and honey.

We all do man. They're in every convenience store.

I live in "America's Dairyland", and a lot of honey comes from Minnesota.

So you live in the land of milk and next to the land of honey.

That is a more accurate description Sir.

No wonder you wear flipflops that shit would ruin good shoes.

Just flip that for me. Honey on dis land Milk on dat land.

Just get a dairy cow named Honey.

or a honey bee named Milk. So much cheaper and easier...

The Cellar: Celebrating our 200th Anniversary in dog years while that old dog sexobon turns 9

(June 29th)

Guess where I was born and I'll fess up. Everyone's heard of it. Three guesses per customer.

Pluto?

Pluto and Fifi had quin-puplets; so, there would be four more of me ...

The day is done and time's up; so, I'll just have to tell you: I was born ... roughly where I live now.

The Cellar: Celebrating our 200th Anniversary in dog years 'cause it takes too much effort to calculate it in cat years what with their nine lives.